
















THE PCETRY OF FLOWERS. 
“¢ What glory then for me, 
In such a company ? 
Roses plenty, roses plenty, 
And one nightingale for twenty } 
‘* Nay, let me in,”’ said she, 
‘* Before the rest are free, 
In my.loneness, in my loneness, 
All the fairer for that oneness. 
‘¢ For I would lonely stand, 
Uplifting my white hand, 
On a mission, on a mission, 
To declare the coming vision. 
‘* See mine, a holy heart, 
To high ends set apart,— 
All unmated, all unmated, 
Because so consecrated. 
** Upon which lifted sign, 
What worship will be mine! 
What addressing, what caressing, 
What thanks, and praise and blessing! 
‘¢ A wind-like joy will rush 
Through every tree and bush, 
Bending sortly in affection, 
And spontaneous benediction. 

